The Tashina Byrd/Brent Beams meme is spreading across the country and writers are using not a little sarcasm in describing their feelings on the subject. A particularly vitriolic skewering of Beams come from I Blame The Patriarchy:
…apparently Wal-Mart pharmacists must still take a loyalty oath to the Fraternal Godbag Order of Male Uterus Proprietors, and â€œconscientious objectorsâ€ are free to cut loose with the hearty guffaws whenever women wish to purchase this completely legal, FDA-approved, over-the-counter product. The filthy slut shouldâ€™ve thought about pregnancy before the condom broke or she forgot to take the Pill or she got raped, is pretty much their motto.
For it is a proven pharmacological fact that heathen women are both solely responsible for pregnancy yet willfully insensible of its potentiality until the sun shines in their wanton eyes the next morning.
The Wal-Mart pharmacist, an enlightened genius named Brent Beams (who remains at large, roaming the countryside, sniggering at Plan B customers even as he dangles the drug just out of their reach), did not offer the [Akron] Beacon Journal an explanation for the unconcealed glee with which he refused Byrdâ€™s legal and reasonable request, but he did intone some mystical incantations about â€œpreserving life, and I do not believe in ending life, and life begins at conception.â€ He knows when â€œlife beginsâ€ because mesmerizing leaders of the cult of a dead Jew from the Roman Empire hip-mo-tized his laughing ass.
It seems fantastic, by which I mean unbelievable, that trained pharmacists should (a) be at liberty to inflict their ghost-worshiping fantasies on regular people, and (b) be unaware that Plan B does not â€œend lifeâ€ or abort anything, not humans or babies or fetuses or blastodermic vesicles or anything.
These guys have to realize that they’re not the gate keepers here.